Shell

Maybe I don't care Or maybe I care too much Maybe I don't have the heart More than likely too much Is it the suffering that bothers me? Maybe I just never liked to feel Feelings are liars and truth tellers all the same Their teachings though have strained They say this is the beginning A page slowly turned Was I never told? I feel betrayed But still I don't complain I want to get off, but this train does not delay Now I am in the seat Front and center stage The script is familiar But the delivery must not appear trained The words trickle out, the music plays My nerve, it seems will be tested once more To gaze upon one who is so close yet so far Their body anchored, their mind unchanged I can see them but can they see me? Does it matter? Who cares I think My mind spins round and round Selfish, such trivial things, these seem Death would think so, as it offers no reprieve And I would have to agree The wires and tubes coil about me The sounds and lights never ending How at times I've felt fatigued The mountains to climb never recede Demands grasp never retreating Uncertainty always looming Respite is sought by both the dying And the living it would seem.